Chloe’s POV June 2021 23rd Street, New York, USA "Chloe McIntyre! Wait!" I stopped in my tracks when I heard his voice. Oliver James, my handsome boss and the CEO of the company where I've been working for a year. Being one of the junior interior designers, it was my ladder to keep him close. This guy was the man of my dreams. Why the hell not? He was a perfect gentleman, wealthy, and had a good heart. Twenty percent of his company's earnings were distributed to his chosen charities. He's just too good to be true, and… I like him. Wondering the possible reason, I stood beside my car and waited for him to come closer. "Hey, Oliver!" I smiled at him. He was almost catching his breath when he finally stood before me. "Going home already?" "Ah, yeah," I said, tucking loose strands of hair behind my ear. "What's the matter? Do you need anything?" "Well, I just wanna ask you something." He shrugged. It felt like heaven as we exchanged glances. He seemed to be musing in his deep tho
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